your fingers twirl my hair oh so delicately
that soft twirl turned into a rough tug
which turned into bliss
and that bliss converted to pain
when you fisted my hair and yelled at me
and then, I'd never let anybody touch my hair again
a.l.m
your fingers twirl my hair oh so delicately
that soft twirl turned into a rough tug
which turned into bliss
and that bliss converted to pain
when you fisted my hair and yelled at me
and then, I'd never let anybody touch my hair again
a.l.m